To remember her

Poetry

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She told me to remember her,
Whenever I don’t feel like myself.
To think of her in moments of solitude and despair,
And in my days of yore,
When I become distant, even to pain.

She told me her existence was fleeting,
That she would slip away through my fingertips
When the morning comes.
Yet, I clung to the hope of better days,
Of a time when it would be just the two of us.
But I know she will return when my heart grows cold,
When the sky above will bleed without love,
And when the rain falls, endlessly,
For an eternity and more.

Now I lie awake beneath the stars,
Seeking answers to my endless longing.
I wait for them to show me a sign,
A promise of her arrival.
And in my longing, I remember her
She might be the only one I cannot forget.